Grace so vast - no more past,
Sounds of Love on High...
A trumpet blast - peace at last,
Child-like Angel sighs.
Bliss and joy - no more "toys,"
Freedom from the plow-
Harvest laughs - spirit casks;
Before His Glory bow.
Bring a drum - start to hum,
Play upon the lyre.
Bake a cake, take a break...
Free of muck and mire!
~penned by lynn foust